Chapter Ninety-Three: The Storm is Coming

When Zhang Heng and the others paid attention to the situation on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain again, most of the southern army had been lost, and it was a rout and fled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gu Changge noticed that the person who had been sitting firmly at the end of the army was still calm and unhurried in the face of such a situation.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Gu Changge's gaze circled around the Nanfan soldiers who were resisting, and faintly caught something.

The sky was dark, and the light was very unclear, like the intricate and ambiguous conspiracies at the moment, and it was also like the figure of the person who was always in his heart, in the empty mind, in the pale white light, the outline was clear, but his face was gradually blurred......

In the sky, there was a big black bird hovering overhead, the red rope around its neck fluttering like a flag, and then there was a sharp cry that made the mountains and forests tremble, with the effect of piercing the clouds and cracking the stones, and resounding to stop the clouds.

The man finally made a move, but he ordered the adjutant Mingjin who was waiting next to him to withdraw his troops.

Seeing that victory was within reach, Chen Qianling and Song Yi naturally wouldn't let the duck fly to their beaks, and gave an order - chase!

The southern army retreated quickly, and the Northern Qi army also chased quickly.

The blackbird above his head was still hovering in the sky, flapping his wings and trying to fly east, while the defeated southern army wolf rushed to the east and fled to the east.

Gu Changge clenched his fists violently, she knew!

The number of spies who came to report at the beginning should be correct, if not more.

The rest of the soldiers and horses can't catch up in a short time, but what if the Northern Qi army wants to rush there by itself?

It is conceivable that the victorious Northern Qi soldiers chased and ran all the way, but when they were exhausted, they knew that they had been ambushed by the enemy, how disheartened should they be, or even give up resistance?

Everyone looked at Gu Changge and lowered their heads and didn't know what they were thinking, so Zhang Heng asked, "Boss, what should we do now?"

Gu Changge came back to her senses in an instant, and saw that the bottom of the mountain was just a few thousand soldiers and horses left behind by the previous injuries, and before she had time to explain, she flew down one by one.

The figure passed by like lightning, and the flying clothes seemed to shred the obscure skylight.

At the same time, she shouted: "Zhang Heng, find someone to inform Chen Qianling, there is a conspiracy in Nanfan, and the poor Kou Mo chases him!"

And all the faces turned pale.

The tense atmosphere suddenly spread, quietly spreading under the thick dark green clouds that seemed to be about to press the ground, and perhaps soon, it would sweep the entire Nanjiang River.

Yan Xiao, who had been hiding in the shadows, rushed down the mountain with Gu Changge, and the rest of the people immediately got up.

Someone volunteered: "Zhang Heng, inform the commander that I will go to this matter, you go and chase the boss!"

His eyes shone brightly, unusually bright under the gloomy sky, like the sun shining shallow after the clouds. So that people in crisis can't help but look forward to the bright sky and the glow.

Zhang Heng looked back and saw that the speaker was Qiu Qing, and immediately nodded, "Qiu Qing, you are the fastest, and this matter will be handed over to you." ”

Then he turned his head and rushed down the hill with the rest of the group.

Qiu Qing looked at the brothers running wildly on the mountain, and a burst of panic surged in his heart for no reason, but the situation was critical, he didn't have time to think about it, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed to the east.

There was no one in the valley to the east, but there were dead bones and sharp weapons half-stuck in the mud scattered on the ground.

Qiu Qing didn't take it seriously, Nanfan and Northern Qi fought here all the year round, and it was normal to have dead bones and weapons.

The valley became more and more gloomy, the mighty mountain wind blew the scattered iron shields, on the dark land, a black and gold flag fluttered lonely in the wind, the sound of "hulala" sounded, accompanied by the sound of the battle between the two armies not far away, Qiu Qing's eyes lit up, and he looked up at the distance ahead.

He was still running wildly, his body running like an arrow from a string.

However, in the next second, with a "bang", his body fell heavily to the ground.

At his feet, there was a half-cut spear.

Under the chest, it is also a half-cut spear.

one, tripping him up.

The other directly took his life.

Qiu Qing's eyes were full of disbelief and the fear of desperate struggle - this is the fear of a person when facing death.

The mountain breeze was deep and cold, and his eyes gradually overflowed with despair.

He was tilted back from the blow to his chest, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the east.

There is still the sound of the mighty mountain wind accompanying the distant march and battle, but at this moment it no longer means hope, but like a pair of ghostly officials, hooking their shoulders and backs, laughing at the impermanence of this world.

Qiu Qing's breath was released, he lowered his head heavily, and then stopped moving.

The mountain wind is still strong, as if it wants to roll up the unwilling and painful souls on the ground to return, but the mud and sand are gone, and everything is silent......

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The generals in charge all led their troops to rush to the front, and when Gu Changge flew down the mountain, the last of the team was full of soldiers who were greedy for life and afraid of death.

On the empty flat ground, a layer of dead human bodies was piled up, and bright red blood filled the potholes stepped on the flat ground. The fierce blood on the ground reflected the blood-colored clouds in the deep blue sky, and the wind passed through the holes in the thick clouds, moaning and crying.

The white bones will become mountains, and the flesh and blood will eventually gather in the canal.

The wounded and tired soldiers who were left behind, their eyes desolate and desolate, sat on the dead body with their legs on them, and their feet were also in the bloody water.

The sky had long been completely overcast, and the leaves were clapping in the wind, echoing the howling of the wind, like a pair of evil spirits, cold-eyed and laughing at this cold war.

Gu Changge looked around in the cold wind, she was as strong as jade, and her upright figure stood in this dark world, attracting everyone's attention.

The sky was deep and dark, and the bloody gas and smoke of war seemed to condense into pillars, propping up a sharp sword and plunging into the sky.

"There is trouble ahead!" Gu Changge shouted loudly, "Brothers, save or not!"

Everyone looked at it in an instant, and the wounds of some of the soldiers were getting more and more bloody under the imprint of the strange and hideous blood-colored clouds in the sky, but none of them cared about themselves.

There is a kind of moral bottom line and principle of doing things, which is called the country and the nation.

In the face of righteousness, life and death do not matter.

The corners of Gu Changge's mouth hooked up a smile of relief, she raised her head and quietly stared at the end of the gloomy sky in the east, "Now, the brothers you have fought side by side have probably encountered a trap, and life and death are unpredictable... We, save or not?"

"Now, in the open space in the east, maybe the southern barbarians have begun to counterattack, and their next step is the south, our country!

Gu Changge took a step forward towards the east, landing like a kick, urgent, powerful, and murderous.

The voice, however, grew deeper.

"Now is the time when we are needed. Gu Changge turned around and his eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to cut through the cold wind and atmosphere, and suddenly shouted, "We, whether to go or not!"

Every time Gu Changge said a word, the soldiers who were sitting or lying down had their fingers spasm and grabbed the ground deeper and deeper.

The wind is blowing harder and tighter.

There was a deathly silence at first, and only the hunting battle flags blowing in the cold wind fluttered like a song.